Der Wein von Mykonos [English translation]

Franz last summer flew to Greece

with a smoked sausage wreath

in exchange,

if food should due to culture

be 'strange' in the hotel

The old columns and museums

he unfortunately never saw

'cause an innkeeper learnt him

that an Ouzo is a must

and wine bottles - two or three

Ref:

It was the wine of Mykonos

which he poured into his nob

it was the wine of Mykonos

which gave him gaps of memory

it is the wine of mykonos

[if You're savouring too much of it]

which turns an eagle into an Albatros

In the evening with Sirtaki dance

Franz finally lost the contenance

he took amphora from Byzantium

which precious and to date complete

he threw them instead of the plates

to the wall with drunken hands

a so far unknown custom

Ref:

It was the wine of Mykonos

which he poured into his nob

it was the wine of Mykonos

which gave him gaps of memory

until he found himself at the toilet

in front of a white tile wall

somewhere in Greece

[Retsina and Ouzo

Franz never ever has been so shot

You Gods of the Olympus

what kind of stuff is that

shortly coming up again]

They threw Franz out of the tavern

due to this aphrodisiac he saw the stars

but not the stars of Athens

because Franz couldn't see anything anymore

nor could he stand upright

Ref:

The wine of Greece bore the blame

that he only found home by creeping

when he revived again

the next day with a hangover

he immediately reached with his weak hands -

of course for the wine of Mykonos

in what his vacational fortune has melted away

It was the wine of Mykonos

I think Franz never will get rid of it

at the foot of the Peloponnese

he lay there white like goat's cheese

and knew as much as Socrates

I know - hick - that I don't know anything - anymore ...